LOST IN LUST{short steamy stories}

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eet were curled up as I was so close to orgasm when I heard the doorbell r

s. But now that Jake stood at my doorstep holding two dozen roses-not a boy but a man-I didn't know what to say. I let my experienced eyes scan him from bottom up without him noticing. The washed-out jeans and new black sweater suited

rday. I swallowed t

. Did I want them tender, or as rough as I'd imagined, ones that would penetrate my core and satisfy me for hours? I doubted I could get enough

uld tickle me when he roamed my body. The roughness of his jaw line and defined cheekbones made my mouth dry up even more. Perhaps it was because I was no longer a g

ou doing he

r wave of jitters through my body. "Thank you." I stared, wishing I'd worn something sexier

ickets chimed i

f his tongue brought back memories from the orchard. When his back was t

cking the door I turned on my heel to face him again.

ed to s

h me. Vulnerable and open to anything he'd suggest. If Jake were to th

on balls. I bit my bottom lip

n the last time I'd seen him, his arms muscular and chest high. The

nd my breath quickened. I hadn't been with a man in three months. At my age, sexual needs drove me to th

imagine a man from twenty years ago filling the need that tickled me between the legs and wet my underwear,

at was I thinking? Why had seeing him crea

orning and that with the thoughts that were running through my mind, my

o talk?" He pointed to

led to the private back yard. The house was set on six acres o

ed us on that mattress several times in the past few months. My wanton thoughts alway

iend, the first serious one since my husb

ked, noting my glass of red wine on the patio table. The d

k." His brisk tone surprised

e you in

ll lose my nerve and lose you again." "Oh." I plopped down in the chair beside him.

as strongly in Jake's presence as it had the day we parted. My feelings for him had never changed. "Do you live here now

sat crossed-legged. The cool air felt liberating when I opened my legs. The tingling had beco

I'd helped him through his divorce. I had always felt guilty during my marriage for keeping in touch with a man who

my husband. But once a girl's heart is stolen, it's never returned. Jake possessed a piece of my heart, and

hest tightened as if a stone were sit

I wanted to get lost in them. I wanted him to be lost within me. I let my full breath out, feeling the

h

om Venice

years thinking about you and only you

e were young. It wasn't your

he rational part of my brain argued that I didn'

e. Our long- distance relationship had lasted more than two y

rsity was two years away. I had to work to save money for school. And so we'd decided

f his letters. We'd continued our friendship through writing, until I

eded to heal and fall in love with someone else. I was certain if this new relationship didn't work out, I'd go back to Jake. This was

head. "I was too stupid and young and afraid t

at the memory of m

ought it up." His hand came clo

involved with someone." I knew Jake had always appreciated my honesty. But would I

; the skin coarser than I recalled, but just as tender and warm. The heat

ith. I knew he had noticed my perked top. What man wouldn't? I wiggled my f

out loud because I heard my voice tremble. "Jake, it's been

he edges of the front of the seat touched. Jake's legs br

tucking my hair behind my ears on each side. "You'r

Having Jake close to me felt like we'd never been apart. The twenty years

said we'd find our way to each other if we wer

was sure hadn't started to grow yet. My current relationship was fresh and not going too well. Christopher was too

ginity. And he did. He had taken me again and again and it was the one decision I'd never regretted. I'd lost it to my true love, and now I wanted to be with him

eir way up. He cupped my face and brushed his thumb across my lips wh

here he was. The moment I dreamed about was hap

his lips to mine. They were as responsive as when we were in our teens. I re

cause each one always felt like o

d learned a few things myself

ed. Jake held my head, sliding his tongue inside me to match my longing, and

of my forehead. Leaning in closer, he embraced me. Another squeeze and I'd be crushed. M

n possible?"

want to wake up from." My hands took hold of t

wenty years had

ded: an experienced man. I kissed his chest, taking my time. A quiet yelp escaped Jake's throat. He held me

ng to me, Rose." His warm breath

s were closed. My legs unwound and I wrapped

in place, ankles criss-crossed at his back. He lowered my feet to